After the eighth layer collapsed, the Air-Raid Shelter stayed quiet for a long time.
Black ash fell onto the water in the Dark Channel and drifted deeper with the current. The lights on the walls flickered a few times, until only the two emergency lights by the entrance remained lit. Their light grazed the damp walls, illuminating a patch of old, dark-green paint.
Song Zhixia escorted Lu Wenchuan back to the Medical Vehicle.
This time, he did not struggle. The Fixator pressed tightly around his wrist, the gauze over his shoulder wound had been replaced, and little color had returned to his face. Xu Zhihan walked beside him, his Silver Nameplate hidden beneath his collar. Its cracks had deepened, and it occasionally brushed his skin as he walked, drawing out a faint, cold sting.
Song Zhixia injected the Medicine into Lu Wenchuan's arm and looked down at the monitor.
"Stay put this time."
Lu Wenchuan leaned against the chair, his voice a little hoarse. "I was behaving just now."
Song Zhixia looked up.
Lu Wenchuan corrected himself. "I'll behave even better now."
Xu Zhihan stood by the vehicle door, watching him coldly.
"You'd better stop talking."
Lu Wenchuan looked at him.
"Did you get your hand bandaged?"
Xu Zhihan glanced down.
Red had seeped through the gauze on his palm again.
Song Zhixia's expression darkened at once when she heard that.
"Xu Zhihan, come here."
Xu Zhihan did not move.
Song Zhixia stood up with the medical kit. "Come here yourself, or I'll have the Deputy Captain bring you over."
Standing outside the vehicle, the Deputy Captain stiffened at her words and looked elsewhere.
Xu Zhihan finally sat in the chair opposite Lu Wenchuan and held out his hand.
Lu Wenchuan watched the entire time Song Zhixia unwound the gauze.